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"What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry. And be quiet."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Look, it won't take more than a minute."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need your help."
"You may not need my help, but you clearly need professional help."
"What? Professionals do this kind of thing?"
"…Are you always this stupid? I'm just wondering for future reference."
"Oh, don't be that way."
There was a time when I was eight years old. It wasn't a terribly eventful time. Basically, my mother took me to the mall and we window-shopped. Then we left. That was it. That was the time.
It was the results of that time that were rather stupendous.
Apparently, as I would learn later in life, we'd walked past a security camera or two on our way out. The tape would show a little girl holding tightly onto thin air as she walked energetically through the mall while talking her own ear off. Someone noticed thi
Current Residence: Pennsylvania|
Favourite genre of music: Soundtracks, hard rock, rock, country
Favourite style of art: anime, realistic
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch named Gustav
Wallpaper of choice: Peter Pan, Petshop Of Horrors,Dead Like Me, Malfoy, Doctor Who, David Tennant
Favourite cartoon character: Count D. Kenshin, Alucard, John Constantine, Impulse, Blue Beetle, Kon
Personal Quote: "It's better to light a flamethrower than to curse the darkness."